This is a song about "Blowin up my phone"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

But the minute i took out my phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Out at night mama hit my phone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Like that drop out who created my phone

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Now all i am is alone